that
wouldn’t come clean
es. As per usual,
the husband was washing and the wife was drying. Everything was
going along fine until the wife said, “This
isn’t clean, it’s all
greasy”, and handed the
back to her husband. The husband wiped off the grease
with a paper towel and washed the
again. This time, the wife said, “This
isn’t greasy, but it still
isn’t clean.” And she handed the
back to her husband again. This
time, the husband tried a scouring pad, rather than just the wash
rag, but again, the
came
back dirty. So, he tried a brush, but to no avail – the
was still dirty. It just
wouldn’t come clean! So, next the husband tried a steel
scouring pad. His hand got cut up, because he hadn’t worn
rubber gloves like his wife had warned him. Once again, the
came back dirty. The wife
was about to say, “Why don’t you check the
to see if it’s clean, before
you hand it to me?” But, upon seeing the glare in her
husband’s eyes, decided it would be better to keep her mouth
shut on that point.
, she
said once again, “That dish still isn’t clean.”
The husband was so enraged that he tried to break the
into pieces with his bare hands.
Not being Hercules, the
stayed in one piece. The husband said, “We’ll have to
soak it overnight again.” This time he tried salt instead of
baking soda.
came back still dirty. The husband
took the
and threw it into
the fire. “There!” he said. “I’m done
messing with that low down dirty
.” Realizing the joke, both husband and wife relaxed
and laughed, and once again became a happy couple.
out of the fire and washed
it. This time it was clean! It was stained black, but it was clean.
From that day on, the wife always washed the
es and the husband always dried;
which had been what the husband had planned all along.
| Book 4 My World of Cleaning |
Written by Dale Stubbart Blessed by Terry Stubbart |
Page 6 of 7 Nov 2000 |
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